Nyota Yasulwe

Rookie - 151 Points (08/08/1970 / Kenya)

I Miss Home And My Sweet Sweetie - Poem by Nyota Yasulwe

Every morning I wake up in this place
I think of home, familiar home
At home I would wake up to the sound of birds
Then do familiar things during the day
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie

Every morning I wake up in a strange bed
From breakfast on through all the day
I remember my sweet Sweetie
Wondering what she could be doing
I miss home and miss sweet Sweetie

Yesterday morning I went to the lake
I touched the water without excitement
I wished I was touching my sweet Sweetie
Or even bathing her
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie

This night I am late to sleep
I am thinking of my children
But I desire my sweet Sweetie more
Because touching her is my desire
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie

I will wake up in the morning
Having dreamt of my sweet Sweetie
Because she is on my mind even now at night!
I know I think of her day and night
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie


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  • Rookie Yoonoos Peerbocus (9/10/2012 6:31:00 AM)

    the inside feelings finely set/nice (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012


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